- Circumstances change (sometimes overnight). ‘Leaving’ too early before things have a chance to resolve themselves may be a big mistake.
- Someone somewhere needs you.
- Someone has to discover your body (which for them could lead to major trauma etc).
- Your story needs telling and the best person to tell it without exaggeration and accurately, is YOU.
- Someone has to deal with the aftermath. Your clothes, your personal effects etc. Not a pleasant task.
- Other people’s guilt. ‘I didn’t do enough to save/help him/her’.
- The positive contributions you could have made…GONE.
- The BAD/SAD example you leave behind.
- The young people in your family and their puzzlement, bewilderment and fear.
- You are leaving a ‘YOU’ shaped hole that no-one else can ever fill.
Author: Ian Harris
Operating from Stratford upon Avon, the Stratfordian/Ian Frederick Harris paints from his studio (shed) at the bottom of the garden where the rest of the gnomes, elves and fairy's dwell in an effort to escape the world's Orcs. On This website you will find his artwork, which at the very least proves he exists.
Ten truly baffling things (in no particular order).
- It is baffling…how a felon and proven rapist gets to be the president of America.
- It is baffling…how Israel continues to and is allowed to commit Genocide in Palestine.
- It is baffling…how the President of the United States is allowed to ignore the Constitution and line his own and members of his own family’s pockets.
- It is baffling…how members of the UK Government team are allowed and are willing to declare themselves ‘Friends of (murderous) Israel’ and all that, that statement brings with it.
- It is baffling…how there have been no charges concerning the Epstein files especially where the abuse of Children is concerned.
- It is baffling…how silent the general population has been in the USA and the UK concerning the above/below issues.
- It is baffling…that after many hundreds of years as an island race that survives and depends on the import of both goods and people, the UK is mind-numbingly racist.
- It is baffling…that populist racist rabble-rousers like Farage still have a place and voice in the UK.
- It is baffling…that after two World Wars, councillors and politicians with fascist tendencies are still voted in.
- Repeat 6.
A poem now and then #4 The cut
A poem now and then #3 Horse.
I am and have been all my life, a performing circus horse.
And I’ve learnt well the tricks of my trade.
The raising and lowering of my head on command.
The toss of my mane.
And the reward that always comes…that pat on the head.
That lies when it says I am accepted and ‘a good boy’.
That pat on the head that is supposed to make up for the cruelty of it all.
See me trot, see me rear.
Whisper manipulations in my ear.
Everything that you believe I want to hear.
See me gallop and take the jump
Finest hay then sugar lump.
All on cue.
Right on course
this fine, obedient,
performing horse.
This horse has patience.
From a line well-bred.
Nothing changes.
I want you dead.
IFH.
A poem now and then. #2 On seeing old folks shopping.
On seeing old folk shopping
Side by side
lumbering.
A herd of wounded rhino
bent backed stick heavy.
Tottering towards termination.
Taken by Tesco trolley towards checkout.
What becomes of the broken hearted?
Alone.
Companion-less.
Worn on the wheel of life
devoid now of the man or woman
they never truly loved but miss all the same.
An empty basket.
No honey
No money
It’s not funny.
It’s life.
Ian Frederick Harris.
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A poem now and then. #I A DISGUSTING F****ED UP POEM.
A DISGUSTING F****ED UP POEM (on the state of our rivers).
Is that Turd I can see
Floating down the river?
Maybe a discarded tissue?
A lunchbox piece of liver?
There’s some toilet paper
Someone’s used condom
Brings back sexy memories
Of moments now long gone.
Like a magic sail past
All drifting out to sea
This time tomorrow morning
Where on earth will they be?
A snake-like bloodied bandage
A hospital repair
Isn’t that a toupee?
Someone’s lost their hair.
There.
A ripe banana
Plus selected fruit all vying to be seen.
And look…there’s your favourite colour
It is?
Isn’t it?
GREEN?
And see,
here come the animals
Some alive oh what amazing luck
Oh no, wait one sadly, tear-stained second
Isn’t that a rotting duck?
Now.
if you’re really lucky
You’ll spot a suicide
Floating along so gracefully
More balletic now they’ve died.
I’m sorry it ended like that for him
I’ve stopped to show respect.
I’ll wait for him to float on by
Before I go for my daily swim.
Ian Frederick Harris.
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